His Perfect Daughter

Chapter 59

*10th Century, set at midnight on the same day. Due to recent events regarding Niklaus and his newly acquired memories, this event was previously altered/erased and kept hidden deep in his psyche. Most of these events moving forward from this date have been affected as well regarding the cellar, Esther, and Helena; everything else with no direct correlation was not affected. There is a slight time skip. Niklaus already told Esther, Esther then discarded Helena's body in a near by river, and they went back to the cellar. Little did she know, Helena survived the trip despite the threat of hypothermia.

"What on earth have you done?" Esther yelled as she slapped him across the face.

"I did not do anything. She simply died mother. She had a child and it came...but it died inside her." Niklaus lied as he rubbed his cheek.

"Did you speed the process?" Esther questioned.

There was no point in lying again. She'd catch him this time. "Yes. I did. I choked her." Niklaus stated, that part was true.

"You...you.." Esther angrily muttered as she marched to the back of the cellar. "You pathetic excuse of life! You cannot do one thing correct? One thing? That is all I ever asked! Your father was always right about you. Your wayward ways are over! Thankfully I have no one else to punish but you which I will dedicate most of my time doing. Deep down I believed you could change, but you've proven otherwise." She barked as she got out a bull whip, the same exact whip he would use on centuries of women after she had passed away. Esther crossed her arms as she waited for him.

He knew what she waiting for. He's done this a few times before, but Helena was usually the one being flogged and Esther would order him to do the deed. However, if this was the price to pay for all those punishments he inflicted on Helena, then Niklaus would obediently adhere to it. He shifted uncomfortably as he took off his night gown and glanced in another direction.

"It is such a shame you so beautiful my dear son." Esther softly spoke as she glided her hands all over his chest. "I would hate to ruin such soft skin, but you have asked for this so you shall take it." She asserted as she stepped back and order him to sit on his knees. He hesitated for a bit, but eventually complied much to her satisfaction. "I ope you understand that I will not be going easy on you. I cannot. Not if I want you to learn." Esther voiced as she took the thick bull whip and began to flog him.

It hurt terribly, but he needed this. He deserved it. He wanted to fully understand the pain Helena went through. He was powerless. The only thing he could do was cry out. Was it strange a small part of him felt...relieved? Relieved to be on this end? Relieved to be able to cry out this way? To be allowed to feel like this? Like he was nothing. Absolutely nothing. A feeling he knew all too well.

He could feel the burn of the leather on his back as it continued to flog the same areas. He could almost taste the metallic flavor of blood in his mouth as he inhaled the scent each time she'd flog him. At some point his back began to feel numb between 10...20...30? He had lost count. Niklaus vision began to blur as his head felt heavy and he began to feel dizzy. As soon as Esther stopped flogging him, he collapsed forward letting out a heavy sigh. Why did a small part of him feel....free? That was the last question on his mind before he drifted off.

"Alright. That is enough." Esther sternly voiced as she put the whip down and kneeled on the ground in front him. She could tell he was about to pass out as she picked up his chin to examine him. As if on cue, she caught him in her arms. Who knew flogging her own son to death would bring her a great sense of pleasure? All this time she let Mikael beat him when she should have done it herself! She then wondered if she even needed that servant this whole time. She could have spent all this time simply punishing her own son. But she knew she couldn't disfigure and punish him the way she did Helena. She would have to be more careful about it this time.

Esther leaned down and began to lick his bruises as she laid him on the ground. She wasn't bothered by the taste iron in her mouth as she slid her hand across his body. Esther wanted to ruin him. Ruin every perfect and dainty piece of flesh that covered his body. She wanted him to see and feel how she viewed him on inside. Call it visual art if you will. She was the artist, the whip was her paintbrush, and he was her canvas. She'd find some way to hide his bruises because although Mikael wouldn't mind her "disciplining" Niklaus; they both wouldn't want his bruises to catch the attention of his siblings, especially Rebekah.

*Back to the present.

Niklaus could feel himself getting hard by these sudden memories, if they were memories. For all he knew, it could have been just a weird collection of fantasies he internalized and ignored. Everyone has those. However, he needed to get out of here. He felt suffocated.

"Uh..you alright? You look like you need to take a shit." Helena joked after a long moment of silence.

"Mind your own business for once will you?" Niklaus snarled as he leaned back against the wall. He just had to pick the worst in the cabin.

"Just saying." Helena held her hands up in the air and walked back to the kitchen to refill her cup of tea.

There is a God after all. Niklaus snorted as he thought of Kol naked. And instantly he began to soften underneath his jeans. Works like a charm. He mentally chuckled.